You thought I was gone didn't you? Sorry to say I'm not.
Have you ever sat in the dark for hours. Thinking. Thinking about anything you want but you think of something. And it makes you go insane .
I have always warn a mask to hide the pain, the scars. Everything that people DON'T want to see.
They say stop being so depressed, you are bring people down.
Then it hits you..... YOU ARE ALWAYS THERE FOR THEM TO TALK TO. BUT THEY ARE NEVER THERE FOR YOU!
Some friends....
What exactly are friends. I don't really get the point of them. When you know your not part of the group of friends that are like family.
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Today is November 2, 2016.
I came home from school. Having the same mask on, hiding the tears the sadness the pain. The mask reflecting a smile.
I came home, did my homework even though I am failing. I still did it. After went to my room, my cold dark room that I share. But for the time being I didn't share. It was only me.
I lay in bed putting my playlist on repeat. I closed my eyes listening to the music coming out of the mini speakers they call earbuds.
Blasting it, not caring if anyone heard. Suddenly my mask fell from the wall it hung breaking into million pieces. I began to panic more thought build up. And I craved the feeling of the blade against my fresh white skin. Piercing it as little blood drops appeared. Staining my white and blue sheets on my bed. The feeling was beautiful. It made me feel alive. I didn't feel alone.
Slowly my mask with the painted on smile rebuilt. Telling me its not over. Not yet. Your time will come. Just the time isn't right.
The blade went back into its hidden place. As your baby sister comes down you press your wrist against your body.
She opens her mouth "(Anonymous..) Dinner is done."
"Not hungry." Is all you say with a fake smile she walks upstairs.
You are happy she didn't see the scars that you've placed on your wrist.
You closed your eyes. The house was quiet, all you could hear was your music. The music that has always been there. It calmed your heavy breaths. It made you get up for that split second to put a long sleeve on. You lay back down. Closing your eyes even though its only 6:50 pm.
But it was all you can do is escape from the real world without dying.
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